Kink Meme
130 words
Yukimitsu/Hiruma. Hiruma gives up a bit of control for once.
Rate of Return
The blindfold covering his eyes prevented Hiruma from seeing the look of careful concentration on Yukimitsu's face, but that didn't stop him knowing it was there. He felt slender fingers ghosting along his throat and down the front of his bare abdomen, and grinned. There were calluses and scars on those long pale scholar's hands because of him. Hiruma had helped forge their owner into the newer, stronger creature he was today, but there'd always been potential in those hands. When they touched him now it was with both deft technique and delicate strength, the two things that defined Yukimitsu Manabu. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but sure in Hiruma's ear.
"Hiruma-san, I'm starting now."
Hiruma's grin widened beneath his blindfold. He'd never once regretted that ice cube.
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430 words
Ishimaru/Yukimitsu
Having invisible!hot!sex in the clubhouse with absolutely no one noticing.
It's totally obvious who's requesting this.
Practice Makes Perfect
I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THIS *FACEPALM*
And actually, I have no idea who's requesting this, but I hope it's all right. Good lord, I can't believe I did this XD;;;
Ishimaru smiled when he felt a breath shudder out under his hand as it slid up the warm skin on the side of Yukimitsu's ribcage. He kissed and nibbled his way gently around the soft flesh on the side of Yukimitsu's throat, just under his jaw, while his other hand kept up its gentle, stroking rhythm on the other boy's cock. He admired the heated flush that had spread across Manabu's face and down his neck as he gasped and made tiny hiccoughing noises. He came a minute later, trembling as he pushed himself down further onto Ishimaru's cock; Ishimaru hissed sharply around his own orgasm and then sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and his face fall forward to rest in the soft, silky black hair behind Yukimitsu's ear. For a while he just sat there, inhaling the good smell of soap and clean sweat and Yukimitsu and listening to the sounds of their breathing slowing down. His eyes opened again though, when he heard the snap of a file folder shutting.
"So that's the plan for next week, got it you fuckin' shrimps?" Hiruma unfolded his legs and stood up, tucking a green file under his arm. Around the table, the rest of the team nodded, making general sounds of agreement.
Ishimaru sighed softly, wiped his hand on the towel tucked under his jersey, and began doing up the fronts of their pants under the table where they sat. No one had noticed earlier when Number 16 had quietly slipped into Number 30's lap as they'd all settled around the strategy table after practice to hear Hiruma go over the game plan one more time. A few people did look over now, as Yukimitsu carefully got to his feet.
"Oh, Yukimitsu-san, are you okay? Did Ishimaru-kun have to help you up just now?"
Yukimitsu's face was still flushed and Ishimaru thought he looked adorable as he quickly assured their worried teammates that he was fine, just a little out of breath from earlier. Mamori, still concerned, came over to rest a hand against Yukimitsu's forehead. Her eyes widened.
"Oh wow, Yukimitsu-san, you're still really warm! You shouldn't overdo yourself out there!" She frowned up at him with obvious worry.
Yukimitsu laughed, one hand coming up behind his head. "Ah, it's all right everyone, I'm really fine. I feel great, actually." He looked back at Ishimaru and shared a smile with him.
“Really," he said, sliding a hand under the table to brush against Ishimaru’s fingers, "I’d have to say that today's practice couldn’t have been more perfect."
AND OMAKE. BECAUSE I HAVEN'T CAUSED ENOUGH DAMAGE:
Hours later, Hiruma unwrapped a fresh stick of gum and popped it into his mouth as he inserted the disk from one of his surveillance cameras into his laptop. He’d already reviewed the footage from the ones he had planted at other schools and throughout his own, so the last thing to check on for the day was the clubhouse camera. He wasn’t expecting anything particularly interesting since he’d been there all day himself, but as he blew his first bubble, his eyes caught something odd.
He blinked and swung his feet off the table to lean closer to the screen, clicking the play back a few seconds to watch again. His eyes widened. He grabbed the play bar and backed it up again. Then again.
And again.
One more time, to be sure.
At some point, the bubble popped.
Finally, after several eye-straining replays, Hiruma sat back in his chair and scraped the gum off his face.
“Well hell. How about that?” he said aloud, staring up at the clubhouse ceiling. He sat there for some time before sighing and straightening up again. He reached for the mouse and was moving the cursor towards the control that would wipe the disk clean for reuse tomorrow, but stopped himself at the last second. He frowned at the frozen scene on his monitor.
It went against his nature to discard any sort of information collected on others, but he also saw no point in keeping useless data lying around. And there really wasn’t anything he could do with this; Track Star and Baldy usually did what he said without requiring much additional intimidation, and they had no screaming fangirls that he could sell this to. Still.
He tapped his finger slowly against his mouse and stared at the screen, deliberating. Minutes passed before his face finally split into a fang-filled grin and a cackle.
“Oh well,“ he said, still grinning as he moved the cursor over to save the file, “no sense in wasting good porn.”
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160 words
Marco/Maria
Maria is reluctant; Marco convinces her
The Man Who Was Only Looking At The Top
“Marco,” Maruko said for what she thought was probably the fourth or fifth time. “Are you really sure about this?” Marco smiled up reassuringly at her from his place on the bed.
“I’m really sure, Maria,” he said, his voice as confident as ever. “I trust you completely, you know.”
“Well…all right, then.” Maria bit her lip as she looked down at her boyfriend’s bound, naked body. She was feeling seriously conflicted. “You do know I was just kidding when I said that bit about us doing it if you tried it first?”
“Ah,” Marco said with a wink, “but you did say it.” Maruko sighed. She looked down hesitantly at herself and gingerly adjusted the strap-on around her hips. She looked back down at Marco.
“You really want to have sex with me, don’t you?” she said dryly. He beamed back up at her in response.
“Well, I did say I was only looking at the top, didn’t I?”
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200 words
AnyoneXHiruma
Bondage kink,
read the YukimitsuXHiruma with blindfold and now I want more
Paid In Full
"Well," Marco tugged on the chains that held Hiruma's arms suspended over his head. "Don't you look nice?"
Hiruma sneered.
“Don’t get too comfortable with it Fuckin’ Eyelashes,” he said, his usual wide, sharp grin in place. “This only happens because I want it to happen.”
“Oh, we know,” Rui’s voice was dry as he looked up from where he’d just finished securing the black bands that buckled around the top of Hiruma’s left thigh and shin, keeping his leg bent at the knee. “Trust me, we wouldn’t try anything this insane with you any other way. The consequences would be too awful to think about.”
“That’s all right with me,” Kid added from where he stood slouched in the corner, back propped against the wall. “It’d be uncomfortable any other way, don’t you think?”
Across the room, Takami cleared his throat.
“Either way,” he said, pushing up his glasses as he turned to frown at Hiruma, “Isn’t this an awfully strange way of doing things, even for you? And you’re really serious about it? That after this, all of our debts to you will be gone?”
“Oh yeah,” Hiruma licked his lips and grinned even wider. “Paid in full.”
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1,300 words
hiruma/shin/kid - ropes
Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Or demons or monsters and such.
“Fuck.” Hiruma glared at Shin and then at the length of broken rope held in his hand, lip curled back over his fangs in a look of disgust.
It was the kind of expression that Satan probably reserved for puppies that peed on the rugs in hell. Shin directed his solemn gaze at the rope before stating the obvious.
“It broke again.”
Hiruma shot him a look that could have burnt holes through a steel door. He snapped his head to the side and shouted.
“Fuckin’ Cowboy! Get your freaky fuckin’ eyebrows over here, the fuckin’ monster did it again!”
A few feet away, Kid looked up from where he’d been stooped over a small, rapidly dwindling pile of some of the same rope that Hiruma was holding. He sighed and passed a hand over his brow when he saw that Hiruma was right.
“Already? I didn’t even get to finish the thing.” He sighed. “And I was almost sure those knots would hold this time.”
He stood wearily and ambled over to where Shin sat naked on a metal folding chair, Hiruma standing over him like an angry harbinger of pointy doom. As soon as he got close enough, Hiruma snatched the hat off his head and whacked him in the face with it.
“This isn’t fuckin’ working! You said you were gonna do it right this time, and now look! He fuckin’ broke another one and now we’re runnin’ outta rope, aren’t we?”
“We are running out of rope.” Kid confirmed with a sigh, rubbing his hand over his abused cheekbone. He looked sadly at Shin. “Couldn’t you try to be a little less, ah…?” He trailed off, waving a hand at Shin, who was now shrugging off the remains of his attempted bonds, and then at the heap of discarded pieces of frayed and shredded rope from earlier attempts.
Shin regarded his two would-be sexual captors seriously, trying to come up with a suitable reply.
After careful consideration, he said, “It looks as if I am ill-suited for this. All my training was to make me stronger in order to compete with Eyeshield 21 at the Christmas Bowl, but now it looks as if it has also made me unsuitable for this particular form of sexual fun. I apologize. I have failed you both. I will continue to try harder.”
He bowed his head and looked at his lap. Somehow, the neglected erection there only added to the overall image of contrition being projected, rather than detracting from it. Kid winced.
“Aw, come on now,” He moved over to rub a soothing hand along Shin’s back. “Nothing to get upset over.”
“Bullshit, this has wasted the whole first half of the fuckin’ evening. If this were a game I’d kill you both.”
“Ah, well, but maybe it’s for the best…”
Deprived of a hat to pull down over his eyes, Kid had to settle for tugging his fingers through his hair to hide the little bit of nervous relief he was feeling. As nice as he thought Shin would’ve looked in bondage, he’d been feeling some guilt over their activities.
There weren’t many certainties in life - something that Kid knew better than anyone - but he had still been pretty darn certain that what they were doing right now was not what his coach had had in mind when he’d schooled his ace player in knots and rope-tying.
Next to him, Hiruma dragged his fingers through his own hair looking frustrated.
“The only thing that would be worse than this would be trying to tie up the fuckin’ caveman,” he snapped, poking Shin hard in the left bicep.
He didn’t seem to notice the glazed expression on Kid, who had been unprepared to have his brain shanghaied by the terrifying thought of a tied up and furious Gaou Rikiya.
Most of the terror came from the thought of what Gaou would likely do to the parties responsible for his captivity once he got free again, but also from the thought of what it would possibly take to restrain such a beast. He stared blankly at the wall for several seconds before Hiruma snapped him back to reality with a cuff to the back of the head.
“Did you hear what I fuckin’ said, Fuckin’ Eyebrows?”
Kid blinked.
“Elevator cables,” he said.
Hiruma stopped trying to skewer Shin through the arm and stared at Kid.
“What the hell are you talking about?” He peered suspiciously at him. “Did your brain leak out your ears in the last five seconds and I just missed it?”
“Ah,” Kid winced and quickly banished the mental image of the Dinosaurs lineman trailing elevator cars in his wake as he rampaged down the streets of Tokyo. “Sorry, I was drifting; what did you say?”
Hiruma eyed him for a moment - before letting a slow, wide grin spread across his face.
“I said, Fuckin’ Cowboy, that since the freak of nature here can’t be used for this, and I’m sure as hell not getting strapped up tonight, that we’ll just have to tie you up instead.” He was slapping the piece of rope he held against his palm, eyes lit an unholy yellow.
Kid’s eyes widened. He saw rope burns in his immediate future.
“Now, hold on,” he raised his hands placatingly in front of himself as he moved carefully around Shin. “Let’s not be - ”
He was going to say “hasty” but he never got to it before Hiruma planted one foot firmly on his midsection and gave him a push that sent him toppling backwards into Shin’s lap. He started to slide towards the floor, but strong arms wrapped around him from either side, holding him firmly in place. A second later, Hiruma’s foot landed on the edge of the chair between their spread legs, further preventing anymore downward movements.
Kid looked up, his sense of dread growing, only to have his hat slapped firmly back on his head before he could meet the other man’s eyes.
“Cheer up, Fuckin’ Cowboy,” Hiruma said, whacking the top of the hat as he grinned, dementedly. “The Incredible Fuckin’ Hulk and I’ll make sure you have a good time. Ain’t that right, Fuckin’ Monster?”
Shin sat up a little straighter behind Kid.
“I will do my best to make up for my earlier shortcomings.” He turned his head so his voice was close and warm, right in Kid’s ear - Kid wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not. “Sempai, I promise to do everything in my power to ensure you enjoy yourself. Please feel free to relax.”
Strong hands moved up his front and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Kid looked down at them in mild dismay, then back up at Hiruma one more time.
“I guess I don’t really get much say in this anymore, huh?” He smiled crookedly.
Hiruma leaned closer over his own knee and grabbed Kid by the back of his hair. Now it was his turn to speak directly into his ear, sharp teeth grazing the skin.
“Should’ve been an outlaw, Cowboy. We get all the best shit.”
He looped the piece of rope around Kid’s neck, dragging the rough fibers over his skin, slow and deliberate. He reached up and stole Kid’s hat again, this time dropping it onto his own head. A hand dragged one long finger upward along the center of Kid’s now bare chest until it reached the front of his neck where it formed the shape of a gun. The point dug into the underside of his chin, forcing him to look up. Hiruma smiled. He took aim at the center of Kid’s forehead and pretended to shoot, blowing imaginary smoke across the top of his fingertip when he was done.
“Giddy up, Cowboy.”